I am not sure what started this but a few days ago I began to recall my first sermon. I do not remember its exact date; but almost 60 years have passed since that time.
It was a Sunday evening and I preached the sermon to a congregation of about twenty-five or thirty at my home church in Australia. Although mainly inauspicious and uneventful I do have one lasting recollection. When I came to the end of my notes and what I had prepared to say it seemed like I was only speaking for about five minutes. Anxiously I looked up at the clock on the wall. Somewhat relieved I observed that over twenty minutes had gone by since I began to speak. Thus I learned an important lesson. When you stand in the pulpit your perspective can become quite different from the rest of the congregation who are listening to what you say.
A Fork in the Road
Little did I know that what took place on that quiet evening anticipated so much of the future direction of my life.